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Tag: Bareback

Souvenirs

“She had yelped at the sudden absence of him in her cunt. And then again when he tightened his grip on her left leg and struck her, hard, on her inner thigh with his other open palm.”

A short story about beautiful bruises.

Bareback

“It’s bad, she knows, but she does it anyway. She likes the way it feels and the badness is a part of that. If it was no danger it wouldn’t feel like that.”

A vignette about bareback fucking.

Outside

“You can’t stop looking at her body – the way that everything is a curve that ends in another curve. No angles. No straight lines.”

A short story about having sex outside in the sunshine.